Isle of South Kamui and Other Stories Hb (Anthem Cosmopolis Writings) - Hardcover

Nishimura, Kyotaro

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1783080116 ISBN 13: 9781783080113

Verlag: THAMES RIVER PR, 2013

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A young Tokyoite doctor accepts a post on a remote island south of Okinawa. When a highly contagious fatal disease breaks out, he has to choose between saving himself or saving others.

A hormone-ridden teenage youth left alone with his young stepmother following his father’s death is consumed with jealousy as her affections turn to another man.

A journalist in search of answers travels from the metropolis to a bleak shore on the Japan Sea and eventually the furthest extreme of ice-bound Hokkaido, as he investigates the suicide of a young man.

In a backstreet of the metropolis, a wily old detective follows his hunches to nail the murderer of a young prostitute.

A conflict arises between two detectives investigating the shocking suicide of a 6-year-old child, the son of a young actress famed for her immoral behavior. Can it really be suicide, or is it murder?

In this early collection of five short stories, Kyotaro Nishimura explores the criminal mind and what makes people do the unthinkable.

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Kyotaro Nishimura is an award-winning author whose work includes mysteries, spy novels, parodies and historical novels. He received the Edogawa Rampo Prize in 1965 for “Tenshi no kizuato” (A Scar of an Angel) and the Japan Mystery Writers’ Association Prize in 1981 for “Shuchakueki satsujin jiken” (Murder at the Terminal Station).

Ginny Tapley Takemori has a BA in Japanese from the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), University of London and an MA in Advanced Japanese Studies from the University of Sheffield. Her other published translations include works by Meiji-era authors Izumi Kyoka, Koda Rohan and Okamoto Kido, as well as contemporary authors Ryu Murakami, Hideo Furukawa, Hiroko Minagawa, Hiroe Suga, Sayaka Murata and others.

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The Isle of South Kamui and Other Stories

By Kyotaro Nishimura, Ginny Tapley Takemori

Wimbledon Publishing Company

Copyright © 1992 Kyotaro Nishimura
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-78308-011-3

CHAPTER 1

The Isle of South Kamui

As of olde there be a creed on this isle. Some say it be superstition, but our people have faythe and rejoyce in it. In tyme of sickness or childbirth, when tilling the land or casting our nets, we give offerings unto the oracle and abyde by its divine revelation. Hence peace reigns.

— The Customs of South Kamui

The sun was shining, but there was a strong southwesterly breeze and the sea was choppy and dotted with white surf. The K Maru, a small ship under two hundred tons, was unable to land at South Kamui. We were thus compelled to cast anchor off the coast, and a fishing boat from the island came to collect us.

There were just two passengers bound for the island, myself and a middle-aged traveling salesman with an enormous bundle.

A strapping, suntanned youth naked to the waist was at the helm of the fishing boat, which creaked ominously as we rode the waves. Though the island was there before our eyes we did not appear to draw any closer to it. The boat was permeated with the stench of fish and I clung to the side fighting off an urge to throw up, but the salesman looked utterly unperturbed and did his best to strike up a conversation with me.

"This is my third visit to South Kamui, you know. There's nothing here but fresh air and clean sea, and also the women are wonderfully uninhibited. Can't complain about the service. City folks these days talk about free sex and whatnot, but here on this island they've been practicing something of the sort since way back, and they take especially good care of visitors. A veritable 'isle of women,' you might say."

His "nudge nudge, wink wink" type of talk struck me as peculiarly insinuating and offensive. I said nothing, so he probed further: "Are you here on vacation? Getting away from it all is all the rage these days." He was peering at me with his flushed face thrust close to mine. His breath stank of alcohol. I recalled he had been sipping steadily from a whiskey bottle on board the K Maru.

"For work," I answered shortly, clutching my chest. I still felt nauseous, but perhaps I could somehow reach the shore without vomiting.

"Work, huh? No kidding!" The salesman laughed in such a way that could equally imply admiration or contempt.

"I'm a doctor," I said, attempting to deflect his gaze. I was annoyed at being considered on a par with the likes of a salesman. "It is most inconvenient for the island to be without medical assistance, so I decided to come."

"You're a doctor? Oh gosh, I am sorry." He made a show of striking his head in contrition. It was the sort of gesture typical of a slick salesman, and I began to dislike him even more. No doubt the products he was peddling were fakes. I scowled disapprovingly, but the salesman continued in his overly familiar and clumsy manner to praise me, "I'm really impressed that a young doctor like you would come to such a far-flung island."

I gave a wry smile despite myself. Just a few days earlier I had been similarly commended for going to South Kamui, albeit in rather more elegant language. It was on the occasion of the farewell party held in my honor. My aging professor, overcome with emotion, had said, "It is truly splendid that a young doctor like yourself should demonstrate a spirit of self-sacrifice by going to such a remote island." I listened humbly, but truth be told, my reasons for going to South Kamui were not as lofty as he suggested.

I simply wanted to get away from Tokyo because I had gotten into trouble over a woman. What was more, the woman was associated with some yakuza who had threatened me, so things were getting particularly ugly. My destination, therefore, was not a primary consideration. I would have preferred to go abroad, to somewhere like France or Germany, but I had no money and was not confident of being able to make a living once I got there. It was then that I heard that South Kamui needed a doctor. The salary was good, so I applied. I had vaguely imagined from its name that South Kamui must be an island in the arc of the Kamui Archipelago stretching off the southern coast of Kyushu toward Okinawa. It would not be so bad to live for a while gazing at the blue sea of a coral reef, I thought, but when I looked again at the map after signing the contract, I was shocked. However hard I searched the Kamui Archipelago from north to south, I could not find any island by the name of South Kamui. Nor should I have done. It did actually belong to the archipelago, but was stranded alone in the ocean some two hundred and fifty kilometers to the southeast, as if ostracized by the other islands. Of course there were no flights there, and the ferry from the main island of Kamui apparently took more than ten hours. "Being so isolated and inaccessible, the manners and customs remain little changed from olden times. The living is meager," read the extremely brief entry in the guidebook. It would probably be a folklorist's dream, but for me it felt like being exiled to a place beyond the reach of civilization. I could hardly back out now having already signed the contract, but I was thinking of finding some pretext to return to Tokyo before the two years of the contract were up.

And quite frankly, rocking in a boat stinking of fish with a red-faced middle-aged salesman jabbering away at me, I was already beginning to regret ever having come to this desolate southern island.

The fishing boat finally drew close to the island.

The "port" was actually a small inlet. The seabed was spread with coral, over which the surface of the water was churned into white foam by the incoming tide. We were splashed by spray, but the water was warm. It was the end of April and the days were still chilly in Tokyo, but here it was already summer.

There was a long, narrow concrete wharf where twenty or so islanders had turned out to welcome me. I saw the uniformed figure of a resident police officer, but there were just four men in all and the rest were women. The women wore white singlets with indigo splash-patterned pantaloons, their faces covered with straw hats and cotton towels to protect them from the strong rays of the sun.

"Some welcome party!" the salesman smirked, looking at me. I didn't answer. The feeling of nausea had not yet dissipated, and besides, the women were so sunburned that I could not tell their ages. I did not find them the remotest bit attractive.

The young man at the helm shouted something loudly at the wharf. His accent was so strong I failed to catch his words, but from the way the women laughed shrilly I thought he must have been teasing them.

Four or five of the women caught the end of the rope he threw them and pulled the fishing boat alongside the wharf. They held the rope steady, but jumping up from the rocking boat to the wharf a step higher was surprisingly difficult. The salesman shouldered his large bundle and leaped nimbly up, but I mistook my timing and ended up stumbling awkwardly on the wharf. Seeing this, the women let out a bright peal of laughter that was nevertheless somehow tinged with cruelty.

The young officer hastily took my hand and helped me to my feet.

The women now started hauling the fishing boat ashore. They seemed to enjoy the task. As they pulled on the ropes, they sang a song. I had heard the rhythmical cries of fisherwomen along the Chiba coast as they hauled in the seines, but compared...

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• Verlag: THAMES RIVER PR
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2013
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1783080116
• ISBN 13: 9781783080113
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 160
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